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The bushes parted and a youth stepped out, hand lingering near a knife at his belt. His dark eyes swept over, as if searching for something. “I’m . . . Joe.” <i>He said. </i>

Megyn let her breath out slowly while she looked steadily at him. “He doesn’t appear to be anyone to fear.” She thought. I’ll try to be as friendly as possible.”

She hung the bow on one of the tuning pegs on the cello and held out an open hand. “You can call me Megyn.” She smiled warmly.